So, yesterday was the day of the Big Storm.

I woke up in the morning and there was still nothing by my house, but on the TV they were telling everyone to board up their windows, they had closed up the schools, and all of the stores were denuded of bread and milk (who wrote that thing lately about how one flake of snow falls and everyone is suddenly overwhelmed with the need for twelve loaves of bread and fifteen gallons of milk?).

I went to work (by the time that I got there it was drizzling slightly) and immediately ran into Chekhov.

"What are you doing here? Are you crazy?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why are you here?"
"Okay, I guess you mean that no-one else is here, huh?"
"The snow, the storm! You should go!"
"You're here!"
"But I am leaving in an hour."

I was the only person in my department. The Raccoon is a single mom, so if school is closed, she is screwed, and the part-timer doesn't work on Mondays, but the new guy lives in New York and his child is old enough to stay alone, so he had no excuse not to be there, except for sheer pussyness.

"You're all a bunch of pussies!" I kept exclaiming throughout the day. They offered to send me home at one point, because they were afraid that it would get bad, but I was like, "It hasn't even started yet!" and stayed. I mean, I had plenty to do, I wanted to go to the screening at SAG, there was no real reason to go home.

As the day wore on, everyone who had showed up left early, practically, and the company bought us lunch for being the brave little soldiers that we were, and I started using the "We can't pay your invoice because of the storm," excuse, which worked nicely.

I left at 7.30p to go meet Tracing, and the snow had begun! The snow, the snow, the evil snow! You know, except for the fact that it wasn't actually sticking, because it wasn't cold enough. Boy, it was a good thing that they canceled school, because otherwise these children might have gotten a snowflake on their heads, and that would never do!

When we left the movie and went home at 11.30p, there was still no build-up, and only about three or four inches by my house. I laughed and laughed.

I mean, it snows in the winter, this is the northeast, that is what it is supposed to do, and the hysteria is so funny. I guess part of it is because my first real exposure to snow was in Michigan, and though I cannot stand it, my reaction to it is still what it was back then, which is, if it's less than a foot, what's the fuss?

The movie was 15 Minutes, which was just great.

I seem to recall reviewing the trailer a couple of times...Ah yes. For the teaser trailer I said:

"Possibly good, I mean, there's DeNiro, not that he hasn't been great in unworthy films before. The trailer seemed like it might be trying too hard, trying to hide the fact that it's a routine action film, but again, the DeNiro factor. Likely outcome: an okay movie that no-one will remember seeing a month later."

I remember that I was going to review the longer trailer, but I guess I didn't. Well, let me tell you, I was wrong. They weren't trying to disguise the fact that it's a formula thriller, it really isn't! It could have been, but things whiz in different directions, not to mention that the whole style is different than usual.

The main bad guy is a little too crazy for my taste, why he wasn't stopped at Immigration for being an obvious psycho, I don't know, but the other bad guy gave a great performance, much more subtle than you would think. DeNiro was good, was quite good, but the real surprise stand-out was Edward Burns.

I have never been all crazy about Edward Burns, I don't know why, but he never interested me. Though I did like that he appeared on Conan on Ash Wednesday with an ashy forehead--a handsome, Irish, New Yorker, Catholic boy, what's not to like? Maybe I've always had this feeling that he was an asshole, I don't know. But in this film he plays a fireman, and in the second scene that he is in, he puts on The Coat.

I know that I have mentioned my fireman fetish before, but have I ever mentioned that The Coat, the fireman's coat with the rubber and the buckles and the yellow stripes just slays me? O, it was so fine, and he looked lovely in it, and then later in the film he fights a fire all butch, and appears with soot all over his face, and runs like a motherfucker, and it seems that I have accidentally become a fan. Whoops!

Anyway, the movie itself is extremely good, it has something to say, but tells it in an entertaining manner, it is somewhat unpredictable, it's real violent, and Eddie Burns appears in The Coat, what more could one ask?

Today's horoscope:
A friend is extra sensitive and anything you say can and will be held against you. Don't take it personally; this too shall pass.

One year ago today:
And a new week begins after a weekend of quite astounding sloth.

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